*Tori*
I wake up laying on the floor of my room with a mild headache. I groan as I see one of my legs on my bed, twisted in a weird way. It started to hurt so I cringed and pulled it down, accidentally hitting my heel on the corner of my metal bed frame. "Shit!" I curse out loud to myself bringing my knees to my face and curling in a ball on the floor.
I stare at a lonely sock laying on my floor. It's black with mini hamburgers on it. I'm sure it's twin is missing somewhere at work or at Sam's apartment from our late work nights.
What was I supposed to do today? I know that it was something but I can't remember what.
I sit up lazily, looking in the body length mirror leaning against my wall. My hair dye was fading and getting longer, my eyes had bags underneath them as a side affect from my medicine, I was pale and splotchy, and my face had stains on them.
I must have had a nightmare then.
I stand up slowly, my knee making a weird crack noise and getting dizzy when I was standing all the way up.
I look in the mirror again and notice the shirt again. It's one of Nialls' that he had lended to me and I just never gave it back. It was an old Ramones shirt. I half smiled at the shirt and how it was so big on me.
Bzzz Bzzz Bzzz
My phone vibrates on my bedside table, I pick it it up with a yawn.
"Yo." I say, finishing my yawn and walking into the narrow hallway
"Hey To-" They coughed nervously "Hey Isabelle!" It was Maddy.
Hm, So that's what I was forgetting.
"Hey Mads." I mumble, grabbing a coffee cup from my cabinet and putting it under the Kuerig Coffee thing, pressing the button and watching the coffee slowly fill my cup.
"We're about 25 minutes away! Okay?" She says obviously wide awake. As for me, I'm barely even catching anything she's saying.
"Alright... 25 minutes... Got it..." I say, grabbing my coffee cup and walking to the bathroom.
"Okay! Love you! Bye!" She said and I just make a weird grunt noise and she hangs up.
I sip my coffee, not giving a damn if it's black or not. I strip my shirt to reveal my pale flat chest. I finish undressing, starting the shower and letting the hot water hit my face. I sigh and stand there for about five minutes.
"25 minutes.." I mumble to myself and close my eyes.
One of my eyebrows raise trying to remember what was in 25 minutes "...twenty...five..." My eyes shot open and I screamed.
Maddy would be here in less than 20 minutes and I'm taking a shower?! My apartment is a fucking mess!
I quickly grab a bottle in the shower and pour some on my head, scrubbing hastily and rinsing.
I nearly trip out of the shower, grabbing my phone and dialing Sam's number. I get to my room and start looking for clothes. Right when I find a pair of pants and a bra, Sam answers.
"Hey, is Maddy there y-"
"Sam, I have no time to talk. Get your ass to my apartment immediately." I say holding the phone with my shoulder and ear, hopping into a pair of skinny jeans.
I hear him chuckle, "You slept in, didn't you?" He asks and I could practically see the smart-ass smirk on his face. I groan and he laughs. "Fine I'll be there in 30 seconds."
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And he wasn't kidding. I run out of my room, slipping on the night shirt I had on and Sam is in my kitchen, cleaning up quickly.
"Thank you so much." I say, out of breath and he just smiles and waves me off to go and put on my face. I know she's my best friend but come on, I have bags under my eyes and I'm as pale as a ghost.
I pull out my straightener and plug it in the outlet, grabbing my make-up products, starting to make my face pretty...pretty acceptable.
When I finish with my face, I grab my straightener and glide in quickly against my shortish hair, burning my finger a couple time in the midst of it.
"ALL FINISHED CLEANING!" Sam yells from the living room.
"THANK YOU SAMMY DEAR, I OWE YOU" I yell back and then I hear the door open and a long pause.
"Oh Hey." I hear Sam say awkwardly.
Fuckfuckfuckfuck
I turn off my straightener, setting down and jogging out of the bathroom and to the door that Sam had left swinging. I caught it before it hit the wall, and almost toppling over in the midst of doing that but I catch myself.
"Still clumsy, huh Iz?" I hear the most familiar voice in the world to me.
Maddy.
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Ugh guys I'M SO SORRRY THAT THIS STORY SUCKS. OMG LIKE IM SORRY.
I PROMISE I HAVE A PLOT LINE. I JUST CAN'T FIGURE OUT HOW TO GET TO IT, SO UNTIL THEN IT'S GOING TO BE SLOW.
OH AND I'VE STARTED HIGHSCHOOL
*Sad Yays*
Another reason why I'm to lazy to update. I'm so sorry guys, I really am.
Forgive me? Please?
-Chloe
